[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-128":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351609,4600,"Chapter 128","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-128",128,"\u003Cp>Over the eastern ocean, a dozen whales were playfully frolicking, swiftly swimming from all directions to herd the fish schools toward the center, then diving beneath them and surging upward with mouths wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each could swallow several tons of live fish at once—extremely efficient feeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whales moved leisurely; such colossal creatures, fifty to sixty meters long and weighing over a thousand tons, had virtually no predators in the ocean—unless they encountered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, one whale emitted an ultra-low-frequency call, whirling around and diving rapidly into the deep sea; the others followed suit, dragging vast amounts of air underwater, which then surged upward en masse, forming bubble rings like geysers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after the whales dove beneath the surface, a silver figure shot past the water at high speed, leaving a trail of disturbed air behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a slender, silver dragon, about thirty meters long but far leaner than usual—where most dragons had bulky bellies, this one had almost none, instead boasting broader shoulders and back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With its belly reduced and shoulders widened, the silver dragon shed the sluggish bulk of ordinary dragons, becoming sleek and athletic—making one wonder if you peeled off its scales, you’d see eighteen-pack abs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the panicked whales dive away, the silver dragon let out a mischievous sound, then violently flapped its left wing, spiraling straight up from the water’s surface to a height of hundreds of meters, before spreading both wings wide and powerfully beating them back toward its original direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that direction, countless silhouettes blotted out the sky as if covering the entire heavens—after careful counting, there were over sixty dragons; Dragon Island held only eighty-some dragons total, and excluding the old, weak, and sick, this was clearly the entire dragon race emerging en masse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver dragon flew back to a golden dragon forty meters long and excitedly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amazing, Brucek, the sky, ocean, and wind here are completely different from Dragon Island—even the air tastes sweeter! Amazing! Are we going to land now, wipe out all humans and elves, and turn it into dragon territory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek, the current dragon chieftain, stared at the silver dragon in shock: “Yulanda, where did you get this idea? Are you insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulanda retorted indignantly: “What’s insane? Don’t humans constantly talk about dragon-slaying? Don’t they slander us as treasure-thieves, princess-snatchers, hero-killers, and even piss in their wells? Then let’s just do it for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those skinny, malnourished human princesses? Ugly compared to minotaurs. Their treasure? Ugly and crude—not even one-tenth as beautiful as the elves’. They’re always acting like beggars afraid someone will steal it—it drives me crazy! And piss in their wells? Our dragon saliva and urine are magical! Why not water the fields with it? Why piss in their wells?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulanda fumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek was stunned: “Where did you see all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knight novels,” Yulanda said as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek flicked its right wing lightly—a whip of wind elements cracked hard against Yulanda’s body: “You actually believe knight novels? You take knight novels seriously? I’ll beat the idiot out of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulanda yelped and fled in panic, flying far away—but soon returned, shouting loudly from several body-lengths distant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knight novels aren’t real, but humans slandering us must be true! Why not land, wipe out those ant-like creatures, and expand our territory? Stuck on this tiny island, I’m suffocating!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek realized the little silver dragon’s thoughts had become dangerously radical—had it been neglecting Yulanda too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it was all the knight novels’ fault! Writing all that nonsense, corrupting the little dragon. It has nothing to do with parental neglect, lack of care, or poor guidance!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek decided to dispel Yulanda’s dangerous notions and asked: “Do you know why our dragon race has retreated to Dragon Island, why no dragon is allowed within a hundred kilometers of land, and why we must receive an invitation and a green entry scroll to set foot on land?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, why? Are those pitiful humans even worthy of granting ‘permission’ to our great dragon race?” Yulanda glared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because we lost to them. We were driven out, you idiot!” Brucek suddenly unleashed a surge of magic; elements coalesced before it into a massive spectral dragon head that roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind and water spewed from the elemental phantom sprayed Yulanda like spittle across its face and head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yulanda was too stunned to even wipe the water away, staring in disbelief and murmuring: “Our dragon race… was driven out? By ant-like creatures, who could crush us with a single finger? Driven out? We lost? How is that possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s impossible!” The elemental phantom vanished, but Brucek had already leaned its head close to Yulanda’s, spitting directly onto its face: “Do you think our ancestors were noble dragons—polite, humble, self-sacrificing—who willingly left the fertile lands for this barren island to suffer wind and rain and commune with nature?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!” Yulanda’s mind flashed images of being beaten by its mother and father—it couldn’t link those scenes to “polite and humble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did we flee to Dragon Island?! Was it because the scenery was beautiful and food abundant? Or do you enjoy chewing leaves and licking salt rocks instead of roasted, sizzling little lambs and pure white salt?!” Brucek roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulanda shook its head frantically—it was precisely because it craved roasted lambs so much that it found Dragon Island suffocating; the sheep raised there weren’t enough for the big dragons to eat. On land, there’d be countless places to raise sheep—imagine eating till you burst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t even know! Do you think our ancestors did?! Would they have been so docile? Would they have peacefully surrendered their land to humans? To elves? To dwarves?! Were they stupid—or are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Yulanda protested urgently: “But I can’t find any memory of being driven out in my bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such an embarrassing thing? Who would etch it into the bloodline? It’s passed down orally! I never imagined a little dragon like you would already have such reckless thoughts—wipe out all humans? You’re dreaming!” Brucek spat at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what are we doing now? If we can’t beat humans, why bring every dragon on Dragon Island? Isn’t that just walking to our deaths?” Yulanda stubbornly insisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had realized Brucek was probably telling the truth—around them, the other dragons had heard the argument but showed no reaction, only gazing at Yulanda with the indulgent eyes one gives a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Yulanda furious—it was at an age craving recognition, and indulgence felt like mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t beat humans, but we’re not to be trifled with. We once had an agreement with humans: no one may target dragons. It seems humans have forgotten that pact—someone forced Naeli to her death. It’s time to make humans remember the old agreement.” Brucek said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yulanda, seemingly shaken, flew silently for a long distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing its state, Brucek softened and comforted: “I spoke harshly earlier—I just didn’t want you to misunderstand the situation. But our dragon race has its own advantages: superior individual strength and greater growth potential. Humans’ advantage lies in their numbers and rapid growth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it came to a war of annihilation, it’s unclear who would ultimately win—but we’d lose. Dragons are too few to sustain any losses. But even if humans lost ninety percent, within a few centuries they’d rise again. That’s the advantage of short-lived species.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So our ancestors had the courage to make a pact: the sea belongs to us, the land to humans and elves, the underground to dwarves—no mutual invasion, and joint defense against the Undead Empire when necessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This eased Yulanda’s mood—dragons weren’t weaker than humans; humans just reproduced too fast. In single combat, dragons were still superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In better spirits, Yulanda was immediately drawn to another new term: “Undead Empire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the Undead Empire. Memories of it exist in the bloodline—meditate deeply, and you’ll recall… Huh?” Before finishing, Brucek suddenly cried out, its entire body lifted thousands of meters as if held by an invisible hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lift wasn’t from wings—it defied aerodynamics, revealing Brucek’s unparalleled magical mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Yulanda suddenly realized its own petty tricks were nothing compared to Brucek’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hovering high above, Brucek gazed westward, its brow scales furrowed: far ahead, the sky had darkened, and it sensed a low-pressure trough forming ahead, sucking air toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly the precursor to a storm—a hurricane forming. Had there been no faint magical fluctuations, Brucek would’ve assumed it was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this is humanity’s arcane magic—the typhoon?” Brucek sneered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky grew darker; rolling black clouds pressed down, covering the front and both sides of the horizon—only the direction from which the dragons had come remained clear and cloudless. It was forcing them to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek stretched its neck and let out a piercing dragon roar, then sharply flapped its wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind from its wings formed a small vortex before it, twisting and wobbling, about to dissipate—when Brucek flapped again violently, and the vortex grew slightly larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Repeatedly flapping, Brucek kept enlarging the vortex—turning it into a large whirlpool, then a tornado, thickening and lengthening, stretching toward earth and sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Brucek’s call, the dragons soared upward, circling the tornado. As more joined, the tornado grew faster, soon reaching into both the sea and the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-speed rotating tornado sucked seawater upward into a waterspout, pulling clouds downward, rapidly expanding the waterspout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the combined tornado of the entire dragon race became a colossal storm seven to eight kilometers wide—lightning flashed within it, seawater rained down in torrents, and clouds were dragged toward the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distant low-pressure trough slowly advanced, the overwhelming black clouds moving forward, colliding with the giant tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling and popping, the moment the two storms met, it rained lightning—thick bolts of electricity, capable of vaporizing a person, exploded outward like fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storms clashed violently, as if the end of the world—Yulanda stared, dumbfounded. It knew Brucek’s power, but could humans really have such terrifying strength? This wasn’t the advantage of short-lived species—humans could match dragons in single combat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce clash lasted over ten minutes, then gradually faded—the wind died, the clouds scattered, utterly dissolving into a vast, clear blue sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brucek led the dragons dozens of kilometers farther, finally spotting the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was numerous, divided into several factions. On the far left rode the elf queen, Galadellia, atop a snow-white unicorn whose hooves sparkled with lightning, occasionally pawing the air as it hovered steadily, followed by a squad of chimera elf knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Galadellia stood a female mage, standing on a staff—except this staff was absurdly huge, seven or eight meters long and as thick as a doorframe, more like a roof beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the staff was massive and stable, the female mage still tilted her head upward, nervously glancing sideways—never looking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galadellia watched curiously, and the mage hastily explained: “I… I’m afraid of heights. Oh, sorry—introducing myself, I’m a spatial mage… spatial… what’s my name again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage frowned, dug her fingers into her hair, and racked her brain. After a moment, she brightened: “I remember! My name is… Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excited to recall her name, she looked down—saw the ocean below, realized how high she was, screamed, went limp, and tumbled headfirst off the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Galadellia didn’t know what to say, waved a hand to signal her knights to rescue her—but before they moved, the falling mage vanished in a flash, reappearing atop the staff, plopping down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow ow, scared me to death! Don’t look down, don’t look down!” The mage covered her eyes, muttered reassurances, then slowly unclenched her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time she refused to stand—but when she opened her eyes and saw what was in her hands, she screamed again: “Ah! My hair! My hair! What happened to you? What happened?! Wake up! Wake up! Don’t die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galadellia quietly tugged the reins; her unicorn understood instantly and subtly drifted farther from the neurotic mage—throughout, she never learned the mage’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before introducing the others, Brucek’s voice echoed across the heavens: “Humans, you have broken the pact—you dared kill our dragons. Do you wish to start a war with the dragons?!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2023,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0efa66995783557692ad13a696668afe8714679ad6b40bd96343722cb611698c","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-129","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-127",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]